Chapter 1518: : The red lips of the boss of the Beggar Gang

In the meeting room of the CIA, there were too many people and Mr. Newsom was present. Even if Pella found a Chinese beauty and immediately felt "goodwill", she would definitely not have time to examine her beauty.
As long as you can remember her appearance and know that she is beautiful.
Now when the beauty appeared again, Mr. Pera realized that she was so beautiful.
There are countless beauties in the world, but all the superb beauties have the characteristic beauty that is unique to her.
It's like Duan Xiangning's moon, Helan Xiaoxin's legs, Yue Zitong's-Aunty Yue, besides boasting, where else can men be fascinated by her first glance?
Leave her alone.
Just talk about this beauty.
The biggest beauty feature of this beauty is her lips.
So plump and red, just like frozen crystal.
When Pella saw her lips up close, her first reaction was to kiss.
He was so terrified, and he could have this reaction after seeing her, which indirectly proved how attractive the beauty is.
It's just that when he looked at the beauty's lips and asked why she was here, he felt a pain in his heart.
Good thing, how could Mr. Pera's heart hurt so much?
It's like being stabbed in by a knife.
He was strange and surprised, so he looked down slowly, and then he really saw a knife handle.
This handle is specially made.
The meaning of special manufacture is not to say that the material of the knife handle is ten thousand years of profound iron, but its shape.
This bayonet should be particularly sharp, and the gullet used by the guard is extra wide, so that when the blade is pierced into Mr. Pera’s body, the blood that bursts out is blocked by the gullet, and it reverberates back and splashes on him. Body.
The beauty holding a knife will not be splashed on her body.
The handle of this knife is not only specially made, but the blood trough on the knife should also be different from the ordinary knife.
Otherwise, Mr. Pera would never believe that the blood splattered outward, the rate of fire would be so fast.
As if he lowered his head and saw the hilt of the knife, most of the blood in his body had already splashed out.
Take away his strength.
It was so difficult for him to lift the pistol as easily as before.
"Does it hurt, Mr. Pera?"
The beautiful women’s somewhat slender eyes, when bent, look like the moon in the middle of the winter night, and more like a lover’s mistress:
But don’t worry, it will not hurt soon, and it will be very comfortable. It feels like in the sky. Flying, flying. Oh, by the way, do you really want to know who Shen Mingxi pretended to be? Let me tell you, just as compensation for accidentally stabbing you."
Mr. Pera’s pistol has landed.
This thing is too heavy.
It was so heavy that he couldn't hold it. He had to let go and let it be taken away by gravity, so that he could raise his hand hard and caress the wound, hoping to block the blood rushing outwards.
Obviously, he did it in vain.
The corners of Mr. Pella's mouth moved violently, and finally he looked at the beauty again.
The beauty's red and gorgeous, like crystal lips.
Speaking softly, like dancing cheerfully, floating out of red lips: "He is indeed surnamed Shen. But it is not the Shen family of Seoul, South Korea, but the Shen family of China Capital. His name is Shen Kang. Jinghua The Shen of the Shen family, the resistance to the fight, the resistance of the Shen."
"What about you, you? What's your name? I mean your real name, not the name you used when you impersonated a reporter."
Mr. Pera was slowly closing his eyes, and when he felt his body start to float, he heard these words.
And the red-lip beauty also replied softly: "Me? Of course, my surname is Shen. Originally, this is what the Shen family should do. My name is Shen Qingwu. Shen from the Shen family in Jinghua, Qingwu flying lightly Dance, Shen Qingwu."
Shen Qingwu said with a smile, watching Mr. Pera slowly kneel down at her feet, his head lower and lower with his hands covering his chest.
When Mr. Pera's forehead was about to touch the ground, Shen Qingwu, who was still smiling softly, suddenly raised her foot!
She is wearing red stilettos.
The high heel is seven inches long, not much thicker than an awl.
With a bang, Shen Qingwu's right foot violently kicked Mr. Pera's left forehead.
With a muffled sound, there was another crisp sound.
There was a muffled sound, of course the sound of the stilettos being pierced into Mr. Peila's forehead by Shen Qingwu.
Click, but the heel is broken.
"The quality of these shoes is really bad."
When the red and white brains trickled out of Mr. Peila's forehead, Shen Qingwu frowned slightly because of the poor quality of the shoes.
Then, she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.
Then, Shen Kang who walked over saw two people rushing over from the green belt not far away.
Everyone is holding a big paper bag.
After the two men ran over, Shen Kang discovered that they were two men.
He is very strong, but he is dressed in rags, his hair is like a chicken coop, and he is a shaggy European and American homeless man.
"Boss, your clothes."
The homeless man with a slightly taller head on the left gave Shen Qingwu a quick glance, then hurriedly lowered his head, and the paper bag he was holding in both hands was taller.
"Yeah. Tom, you said that Pella who almost broke your leg last year is the dead man, right?"
Shen Qingwu hummed, but instead of getting the paper bag, he unbuttoned his shirt.
She is still wearing a reporter's suit, which is a white shirt, a black hip skirt and small high-heeled shoes.
"Yes, it's him!"
The homeless man named Tom looked at Pella with wide-eyed eyes and gritted his teeth: "Back then, if it weren't for his instruction, how could I have scattered my wife and walked on the streets, asking him for justice, but was almost caught by him. Break your leg? Boss, thank you for avenging me."
When Tom talked about later, he saw a white shirt with a small black hood, which fell on the ground like a flowing cloud.
watt?
What type of situation is this?
Not only were the two Toms looking down at the corpse in a moment of confusion, even Shen Kang was stunned, then quickly turned around and smiled bitterly: "Sister, this is under the sky. There are many vehicles passing by. . Even more so I don’t know what to say is that you are still guarding me and your two subordinates. Just like this, they took off without warning, it was wrong, it was changed, and it seemed a bit irrational."
Shen Qingwu, who was changing clothes in the street, did not respond at all.
Grumble.
She heard the sound of someone swallowing.
She didn't need to look, and she knew that the drooling sound was made by the two Tom who peeked at her from the corner of her eyes.
But she didn't care.
As the boss of others, it is still necessary to give them some benefits occasionally.
The clever boss knows what to do, so that the younger brothers can see some unrealistic hopes, and then march on this fantastic balloon, willing to go through the fire and water for her, and will not hesitate.
What's more, if the younger brother took a few glances, he didn't get by him, let alone lose a piece of meat.
What's more, such a peerless beauty like Shen Qingwu is not to be seen by people-well, this is definitely the biggest waste of resources.
Not only does it not lose anything, but it can also reap the saliva of men, and the enthusiastic gaze, giving them a dreamy balloon willing to go through water and fire for her. It can be said that there are so many benefits. Shen Qingwu is such a realistic person, why not For?
Not knowing how to use one's own advantages to seek the greatest benefit is behavior that is despised by Shen Qingwu.
Just as she was particularly upset that Shen Kang "accused" her euphemistically, and when Xiu Brows frowned again, she waved her right hand: "Xiao Kang, I found that you and the others in the family are very hypocritical. What happened to me changing clothes in the street? This is called blatant and upright. Isn't it a hundred times stronger than those men who dressed up to be coquettish and walked on the street, wishing to fascinate the whole world, but when they were insulted by a man, they denounced others as hooligan hypocritical women?
After hearing what Shen Qingwu said, even if she knew that sister-in-law might be the most free and easy woman in the world, she could only be stunned and confused when she was facing her back.
"So, I will never be that kind of hypocritical woman who is obviously a bitch, but wants to set up an archway."
Shen Qingwu said, taking out the clothes from the paper bag that Tom was holding in both hands.
The paper bag that Tom is holding in both hands is shiny silver and has patterns-just by looking at the paper bag, you can determine its price, at least thirty dollars or more.
If you can use such a valuable paper bag and the clothes it contains, if it is not worth thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars, it is estimated that many people will find it a waste.
How much can the clothes worn by homeless people be worth?
Let alone the value, even if it is thrown in the trash can, in addition to being noticed by beggars, it will not be looked at.
But the clothes that Shen Qingwu took out of the precious paper bags were only worn by a tramp.
It is not only ragged, but also greasy and dirty.
From the corner of his eye, peeking at Tom in Shen Qingwu's clothes, he really wanted to slap this prodigal woman to death.
Shen Qingwu's prodigal is her own family.
Shouldn't the clothes on such a good body be woven from clouds?
It seems that only the colorful clothes woven by clouds can be worthy of Shen Qingwu's delicate body.
But this prodigal lady wore a beggar suit that looked worse than Tom's.
Not only that, after she was dressed, she raised her hand to mess up her hair, spit on the palm of her hand, wiped it on the dusty guardrail of the sidewalk, and wiped it on her face again-guilt, Make evil alive.
I really want to shoot you to death!
When the corner of Tom's eyes jumped, Shen Qingwu stretched out and sighed comfortably with his chin lifted up to the sky: "Hey, this suit is still comfortable to wear. Tom, you go first, and I have to go with my nephew. Chat."
After hearing her voice, I only thought of Tom who was looking for bricks everywhere. He was shocked, and immediately awoke from the anger he shouldn't have, and realized that the boss was actually terrible.
Mr. Pera's body hasn't completely cooled yet.
If Tom is found to be dissatisfied with her by the boss-I can't imagine the consequences.
After Tom walked far away, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked softly, "Flas, what is the name of our boss's gang?"
"Beggars."
Fras's memory is still very good: "Beggar Gang in English means home of the homeless."
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